As he showered in the bathroom, silently and alone, soap trickled down his body, tracing the scars of rejection and disdain. For a moment, time seemed to slow, and the earth ceased spinning. He shook away the spots in his head. As the sound of water drowned out his thoughts, something made him walk towards the lights.. and he switched them off. It felt familiar, darkness is his environment, and it had already made his heart its dwelling place. He knelt down. Around him, steam rose in the room, the warm water continued flowing from above, onto his head, and seeping across the floor.
But for all the faith he mustered, rejection was the venom that spun the webs of despair in his head. Inside, he laughed, mirth of ironies that conjured up strange images. Shadows crept across the walls into his heart, cackling in glee. He was tired of chasing them away. This time, he remained motionless. He closed his eyes. He could hear the clock ticking.
The gentle rhythm lured him far away, and he felt peaceful. But soon, he found himself in the cold darkness again. Yet drug had already taken its full effect. He lusted for the taste of escape. How he wanted to savor it again. He took a step forward, attempting to once again, open the door away from reality. But the shadows would not allow him so. They grabbed him. And they pulled him back.
He opened his eyes. As the lights dimmed back on, he caught sight of a reflection in the mirror. Who.. was that? He wiped away the thin coating of mist on the mirror and looked again. The reflection, though still hazy, stared back. There was an uncanny resemblance. Yet the person in the mirror looked old, devoid of emotions.. cold. A face which told the story of loneliness and fear. Can this be him? It can't be.. it can't.
He staggered out of the bathroom. And Earth started spinning once again.
posted by cigarettelove @ 5:46 AM
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